Out of a mess
Came a message
Out of my pen
Came an adage
An ink can either
create or destroy
It either scribes or floats
reputations are slaves
to that ink
Out of a match comes
a scoreline
Out of my struggle comes a result
Success and failure
Casted in one dice
Words and expressions soaked
in an ink
At the sight of a pen
White papers get stained
My dark thoughts become inerasable
Knowledge and wisdom get scribed
Minds shiver at the sight of my tactics
If a pen can sketch a game
Then a game can as well mimic
a pen
If my pen scribes an average of
4500 words
Then my bag should be the second
national library.
but well
Doubters and naysayers
failed to admit that
I'M INDOMITABLE!
By: Poet Dela
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem